The wind was howling, the wind passed through the hall from the first floor, and the flames on the first floor were also "purring". Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and in an instant, the whole world was dyed with snow. Thunder thundered down, and the air shook in the thunder.

First, a few bits of rain fell on the eaves of the roof, followed by the sound of "crackling". After a while, they became one, and only the sound of rushing water remained between heaven and earth.

Bello is on the first floor, there is no rain entering the house, only the wind, which carries water vapor in the wind, which lowers the temperature of the air quite a bit.

The basement had been open for a long time, and Bello cautiously poked inside with a burning stick. The oxygen is still relatively sufficient, and there is no problem with the fire. This kind of underground structure is easy to accumulate carbon dioxide, and if you accidentally go down directly, you may suffocate to death.

I looked at the bonfire on the first floor, and it burned relatively well. Bello picked up a burning door frame and went down the stairs.

It's a small basement, about the size of the hall on the first floor. All around, against the walls, are bookshelves, which are empty, and there are no more books. In the center is a table with a high-backed stool behind it. The condition inside is much better than upstairs. It may be that the circulation of air is isolated, the table and stool are in good condition.

There was something like a book on the table, and Bello stepped forward and saw that it was a thick notebook. Black thick skin, about the thickness of the palm.

Bello looked around the table and reached for his notebook. It was a notebook full of words, and it seemed to be someone's diary. From this house, it can be inferred that the owner of this small building is quite wealthy. Being able to use books as a collection is not an ordinary wealth, and ordinary small nobles dare not do this. Books are too precious in this world. The lack of paper has led to the fact that books are transcribed by hand, and each one is unique and precious.

After carefully circling around, Bello noticed that there seemed to be nothing left in the room except for notebooks. He picked up his notebook and went up the stairs to another floor. If you want to read the contents of the notebook, it's always better before the campfire.

When I got to the first floor, I saw that the fire in the yard had been completely extinguished, and the rain was thundering, the wind and rain were blowing, and the humidity was heavy. The gray cat didn't know where it was, and the little black cat was gone.

Bello sat by the fire, opened his diary, and flipped through the contents by the light of the fire.

On the first page of the notebook is the inscription on the title page written by the owner: I want to become a god, and no one can stop me—— Konstantin Andrew

It seems that the owner of this notebook is named Konstantin Andrew.

Belo looked at this inscription and felt that the owner of this diary had a strong secondary style. Whether or not a creature like a god exists or not? A person who aspires to become a god is a bit of a middle school no matter how you look at it. It's as if I've seen a so-called "god".

When I opened the notebook, the paper was a little brittle, and it would break if I used a little force. Bello looked through it cautiously.

In the beginning, the diary was more like an experiment record.

“...... Purifying the blood of the anchovy monkey and adding phenolphthalein blue reagent actually has this effect! I'm trying it tomorrow to see if this performance can be retained, this is definitely a memorable medicine! I'm really a genius!"

“......”

The experimental records occupy most of the book, and Konstantin, a pharmacist in the second middle school, tries to make some strange potions on his own in addition to learning orthodox potions. For example, a medicine that changes the color of the skin, and a medicine that melts bones in the body without touching anything else.

Konstantin himself did not know why he had the idea to make these potions, and looking at the description of these potions, Bello's heart was furious. The owner of this diary seems to have a devastating personality.

After a while, Bello saw that the style of the diary began to change. It seems that this second pharmacist has encountered something strange.

“......”

“...... This is definitely not the way a normal plant should behave. Oh my God, what do I see? Plants can communicate! Can they talk through their minds? Groups are formed! It's so interesting! I'm going to have to take a closer look at this thing!"

“......”

“...... Red Moon! Damn! I should have thought about the reason for this, what is this!Parasitic spores? Could it be that this is how these things are generated? Cut, I have known for a long time, but I just haven't studied in this direction. ”

“......”

“...... I didn't get it, my initial guess was that it failed! How can I get this kind of thing? Is this kind of thing really God-given? Let both plants and animals have the concept of "self." No, I can't be stumped by such a trivial matter, I am a man who is destined to become a god!"

“......”

Judging from these records, it seems that what this pharmacist encountered was a kind of spirit body that could be parasitized, and this spirit body also had various strange sexual characteristics, and the parasitic life seemed to have a unique divine mind of human beings. Some parasitic groups also seem to have developed primitive community concepts and had the basis for the germination of civilization.

Konstantin, the apothecary, seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, and he began to study the parasites incessantly, and began to do some fatal madness. These actions of his are also very clearly recorded in the diary.

“...... Failed again, don't know how to implant this spores!"

“...... How so! This is ...... Success or failure?"

“...... Demon! This demon, I didn't expect this effect! I must find Belmond's manuscript, or I won't be able to hold on, the spirit parasite is unexpectedly powerful. ”

The pharmacist seems to have finally gotten this spiritual parasite and parasitized himself to death, and then a mutation occurred. In the following diary, the pharmacist begins a frenzied search for a man named "Belmond". His diary began to get scrawled, and the "Laurel Ruins" was mentioned several times in his diary. It seems that some relics of this Belmond are left in the remains of Laurel.

“...... Hahahaha, it's solved! Belmond does have a hand, but it's not as good as me!"

“......”

"No! No, it shouldn't be like this!"

“......”

Bello looked at the more and more scribbled handwriting by the light of the fire, and it seemed that something had happened to the apothecary, and the handwriting was getting more and more scribbled.

Finally, at the end of the diary, Bello saw a large text, which was no longer in the form of a diary, but more similar to the summary of his life by the pharmacist named Constantine.

"Reader:

Hello

I'm Konstantin Andro, a failed pharmacist. I don't know who got this diary, but you may have experienced some strange events before you got this notebook, right?

My last resting place was a small village, a village of refugees who had fled the oppression of the aristocracy and moved to the foot of the mountain. The ignorant are fearless, and these refugees don't know the dangers of space fragmentation, so they form a small village here. Childish! Maybe one day their entire village will be directly erased by the space with the ceremony.

I was a serious pharmacist. I thought I would continue to develop in the direction of the pharmacist, the senior pharmacist, the pharmacist, the apothecary, the great apothecary......"

Bello looked at this guy's evaluation of himself, a little speechless, is there such a serious pharmacist?

"Who knows, an accidental processing of medicinal raw materials allowed me to discover a kind of spiritual parasitic life. This parasitic life is inextricably linked to the red moon. I didn't know what it was, but after years of searching, I finally found the primordial spores of this parasitic life myself, and parasitized this spores on myself. It has to be said that this spiritual parasite is wonderful, it does not have any good or evil tendencies in itself, but it is able to grow according to the desires of the human heart. ”

"If your heart is kind, this spirit will inherit your goodness and become your good assistant and partner. If you are evil inside, this spirit will uphold your evil, devour you, absorb your spiritual will, and grow into a very different individual. ”

"My spirit body is ......"

In terms of his own psychic parasite, Konstantin did not write about it, and did not seem to want to write down his privacy, and Belo guessed that if this psychic parasite really existed, then the most likely form of this Constantine parasite was Erha.

"My psychic parasite is very good, it has greatly improved my brain's computing power. It took me five years to reach the full pharmacist from an ordinary pharmacist apprentice, and six years since I got the spirit parasite, I went from a formal pharmacist, to a senior pharmacist, and then to a pharmacy master. ”

"After becoming an Potion Master, I found that something seemed to be wrong. ”

Seeing this, Bello couldn't help but secretly say: I knew you were going to have a problem, like you, it took six years to have a problem, which is already quite good.

"How can such a problem arise at the age of enjoying life? The potion I invented is sold all over the world, and my reputation is known to everyone. ”

Is it so powerful? Bello looked at the journal in confusion, he couldn't remember where he had heard the name Konstantin Andrew.

"My favorite potion is the healing potion, which I call the T-potion! Definitely the best healing potion!"